According to this I should make sure I’m ready for conflict at 6:28 PST this evening. Maybe there’s such a thing as a horoscope being too exact? I wonder.
I’m at work right now, waiting for my class to begin. This is the time when I often have students come by to hang out and visit, but no one’s showed up today. Which leaves me to revel in my high speed internet connection and wait for yet another rigorous day of workshopping. There’s a story today with an extended Hemingwayesque shark metaphor (say that three times fast!) and one about a fiddling father and a bar fight.
It is, even without the horoscopes, a good day. At least until 6:28 PST. Then all bets could be off…..